The Introspection Of Collectors
<p>Most parents will reach a time where they will encourage you to stop wasting your time on ‘nonsense’. Playing video games. Watching juvenile movies. Collecting useless junk, they see no value in.</p>
<p>A distraction, these activities are coined and demonised by our parents, turning these innocent pastimes into behaviours we adults must avoid.</p>
<p>I’m grateful to have never had one of those conversations with my mother.</p>
<p>If I had, who knows where I would be today?</p>
<p><em>Unfulfilled, having given up my collection dreams prematurely?</em></p>
<p>Because the things I’ve learned, the rollercoaster I’ve ridden for the last twenty-five years, thanks to ‘juvenile behaviour’, have shaped my life. And given me hope for a better version of myself as I grow older and wiser.</p>
<h1>And so it begins…</h1>
<p>I’ve been a collector of Garfield books ever since I can remember. Yet, it wasn’t my Garfield comic book that initiated the obsession; it was two owned by my brother.</p>
<p>Whenever he wasn’t reading the publications, I had them firmly in my grasp until, one day, my savvy and observant mother bestowed me with my mini-collection.</p>
<p>For my mother, this was another day entertaining her three children. For me, this was the day my life shifted beyond recognition.</p>
<p>We were in a Borders bookshop. The chain, no longer in business, I considered a haven of endless interest. Everywhere you turned, something new and fabulous caught my eye.</p>
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